Post-Christmas
Monday, 26 December 2005 14:27![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
earthbelow
I miss Christmas when it's gone, but I don't. It's weird.
Post-Christmas is kinda fun. Especially since I have a couple of days left. And since the holidays are over (well, for me at least), I don't have to feel obligated about anything but now I have new stuff to play with!
Sorry I've been silent and really, I have been keeping up with the f-list. Replies to things that need replying to will be forthcoming. I just sorta decided that one of my x-mas presents to myself was that I was totally gonna let myself zone.
And by zone, I mean let myself do the shit that I wanna do to the exclusion of anything I *don't* feel like doing. Especially since my holiday was mostly controlled by everyone else's agenda. Work, school, family.
So whatever scraps of time I got, I used for whatever I wanted.
Nice to let go like that every once and a while. Spend four hours downloading and watching fanvids when I realize I probably should be doing other things but the fanvids put my in my Happy Place^tm and staying up 'til 3:30am writing bad fanfic about Mary Sues who are actually me playing with my favorite characters in a slightly sexier form than mine.
Have no idea if I'll finish the novel or not. I'm 65,000 words invested, but not done. Not sure if I should try another one, keep going on this, work on the unfinished one from Nanowrisu, or maybe give up writing novels for a while.
*shrugs*.
Hell. If. I. Know.
I can already tell, though. This year is gonna be a pretty damn scary one. Because this is going to be (god willing) the year I graduate college, the year I leave home for GOOD (see again: god willing), the year I start a career or at least a job I intend to keep prolongedly.
In essence, 2006 might just be the year I grow up. Eep. Scary. But at the same time, not growing up is just as bad. In the end. Might be fun for a while, but there comes a point when you're 35 and living with mom and working your 400th job and you're sort of rotting away because you didn't grow up and there's only so long being young lasts.
Yeah. Let me take a moment to really feel that little thrill of fear when I realize that I will grow old and that it'll be really soon and I'll look back and remember being young and then I'll die. Really die. Be dead. DEAD.
Bundle of laughs, aren't I?
But mostly, it's good.
Despite the fenderbender I had on the 23th. That was *scary*. Didn't hurt the car or anyone, barely even put a crack in the bumper. But still. I got a ticket for it, but wasn't my fault. Because the *brakes* didn't work. And thank GOD this time it wasn't my car. It was my stepdad's POS. So I need to get a mechanic to say the brakes needed servicing, take that to a judge, and then voila. I'm free, the insurance never even knows I had a wreck, and things remain kosher.
- Meg
Post-Christmas is kinda fun. Especially since I have a couple of days left. And since the holidays are over (well, for me at least), I don't have to feel obligated about anything but now I have new stuff to play with!
Sorry I've been silent and really, I have been keeping up with the f-list. Replies to things that need replying to will be forthcoming. I just sorta decided that one of my x-mas presents to myself was that I was totally gonna let myself zone.
And by zone, I mean let myself do the shit that I wanna do to the exclusion of anything I *don't* feel like doing. Especially since my holiday was mostly controlled by everyone else's agenda. Work, school, family.
So whatever scraps of time I got, I used for whatever I wanted.
Nice to let go like that every once and a while. Spend four hours downloading and watching fanvids when I realize I probably should be doing other things but the fanvids put my in my Happy Place^tm and staying up 'til 3:30am writing bad fanfic about Mary Sues who are actually me playing with my favorite characters in a slightly sexier form than mine.
Have no idea if I'll finish the novel or not. I'm 65,000 words invested, but not done. Not sure if I should try another one, keep going on this, work on the unfinished one from Nanowrisu, or maybe give up writing novels for a while.
*shrugs*.
Hell. If. I. Know.
I can already tell, though. This year is gonna be a pretty damn scary one. Because this is going to be (god willing) the year I graduate college, the year I leave home for GOOD (see again: god willing), the year I start a career or at least a job I intend to keep prolongedly.
In essence, 2006 might just be the year I grow up. Eep. Scary. But at the same time, not growing up is just as bad. In the end. Might be fun for a while, but there comes a point when you're 35 and living with mom and working your 400th job and you're sort of rotting away because you didn't grow up and there's only so long being young lasts.
Yeah. Let me take a moment to really feel that little thrill of fear when I realize that I will grow old and that it'll be really soon and I'll look back and remember being young and then I'll die. Really die. Be dead. DEAD.
Bundle of laughs, aren't I?
But mostly, it's good.
Despite the fenderbender I had on the 23th. That was *scary*. Didn't hurt the car or anyone, barely even put a crack in the bumper. But still. I got a ticket for it, but wasn't my fault. Because the *brakes* didn't work. And thank GOD this time it wasn't my car. It was my stepdad's POS. So I need to get a mechanic to say the brakes needed servicing, take that to a judge, and then voila. I'm free, the insurance never even knows I had a wreck, and things remain kosher.
- Meg